The next thing I know, Paul is knocking on the door and asking if I'm okay as dinner is getting cold. I shout out that I'm fine and I’ll be there in...a minute whilst giggling to myself. I wipe my soaked pussy with the used panties and then put them back under some clothes in the basket. I head back downstairs, my cheeks a little flushed but Paul doesn't seem to notice and we enjoy our dinner and a bottle of wine before settling down on the sofa to watch the movie. I soon find myself struggling. My daughter’s orgasm rippled around me. This incredible pleasure surged through me. I savored it. I buried into her massaging depths. The ache swelled at the tip of my cock. My balls, thudding into her flesh, grew tighter and tighter.Her fingernails scratched along my back. I pounded her. I fucked her with delight. I gave my daughter everything that she needed. Craved. My nuts swelled in pressure. My cum came closer and closer to my eruption.To flooding her with my seed.She broke the kiss and. We broke the kiss she was full of happiness. She asked me to wait she will just be back. She came back after 10 mins and was surprised to see her she was in a black transparent nighty and was looking absolutely stunning I complimented her for her choice. She again hugged me and told me lets go to d bedroom.As we went into the bedroom we started kissing her again. I started removing every piece of clothes by kissing her on that body part. She was shivering by this action. She was already. The cobble stone road clicked delightfully under my heels. Men and woman swarmed the streets. Revelry was audible from every tavern ... passion tangible from every brothel.I had a specific establishment in mind for the evening's delights. A noble I had taken a particular shine to had recommended it last night at the opera.The brothel was called 'The Rosy Garter.' It was one of the nicer places in town. My outfit was assembled to reflect the latest in fashions. A black cloak with a vest and a.